This single was released on 10 February 2023. The vocals are by Kash Doll, DJ Drama, Baby Money , Skilla Baby, Cash Kidd, Risktaker D Boy , Djbj 3525, the music is produced by Reuel, and the lyrics are written by Kash Doll, Baby Money, Skilla Baby, Cash Kidd, RiskTaker D-Boy, DJBJ 3525 , DJ Drama.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Kash Doll, DJ Drama, Baby Money , Skilla Baby, Cash Kidd, Risktaker D Boy , Djbj 3525 ,
Producer: Reuel,
Writer: Kash Doll, Baby Money, Skilla Baby, Cash Kidd, RiskTaker D-Boy, DJBJ 3525 , DJ Drama,
Producer: Reuel,
Writer: Kash Doll, Baby Money, Skilla Baby, Cash Kidd, RiskTaker D-Boy, DJBJ 3525 , DJ Drama,
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 95 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm See, they been askin' where I been at (Uh) Gm Bitch, I been busy Gm Nigga, I don't be playin' them games Gm Man, I'm still one phone call away (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) Gm But you can tell 'em we back Gm Matter fact Gm Let 'em know we never left Gm Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grillz) [VERSE] Gm My friend group compared to yours is different kind of bitches Gm It's two types, one who talk money and who get it Gm This ain't the same roll from last night, 'cause I spent it Gm My pointers so big, they keep fallin' off my pendent Gm Dior 1s, twelve thousand each shoe Gm Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool Gm The rest of my life I gotta live by one rule Gm Remind myself everyday not to dress like you Gm Y'all ain't makin' no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy? Gm Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy Gm What should I drive today? The Bentley or the Rolls Royce? Gm I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist Gm Spillin' Perrier, somebody get a mop Gm It got borin' in a mansion, started sleepin' on a yacht Gm You ain't used to havin' motion, only livin' off the clout Gm It's some hoes that's gon' play with you, but me? I will not (I can not) [VERSE] Gm Ayy, all my bitches thick as Keisha and they got cash (And they got cash) Gm Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast Gm I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Cash Gm When I leave the house, I know for sure I got my Mag' (Bah) Gm I love to ice my bitch out, she ice me out too (Ice me out) Gm Youngest nigga in the city playin' drop coupe (Huh?) Gm Catch an opp with his bitch, she get shot too (Fah fah fah) Gm Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do (What that boy do?) Gm Bitch, I get cash Gm Find the opp block? Spin his shit fast (Skrrt) Gm Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (Skrrt) Gm Catch an opp in a fish bowl, make his shit crash (Fah fah fah) Gm Put a bitch on him, she gon' put him in a trick bag Gm Me, I got a big bag (Huh?) Gm All my bitches come with good pussy and a big ass (Huh?) Gm Spend the 'bow money, all the show money get stashed (Huh) Gm Point me to a big body Benz I can just crash, huh? (Gangsta Grillz) www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Gm Oh boy, I done jumped inside my bag and zipped it up Gm First dream was a mil', damn near touched it, wasn't enough Gm I told you way before we fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love Gm See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us Gm We stretch shit, know I'm him, you should've never left, bitch Gm I bought my bitch a X6, that shit got my ex sick Gm It ain't just my wrist and fingers, bitch, you know my whole neck lit Gm Add myself to an account like this shit was Netflix Gm Don't fuck with me Gm Tied our heart together, bitch, you stuck with me Gm She should sign to G Unit, her kit worth a buck fifty Gm Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches Gm Prayed to a shootin' star, but he ain't make enough wishes Gm Nah, boot up, suit up, come right in the house Gm I'll DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth Gm The snow fall in the city, so I'm flyin' 'em south Gm If he hidin' in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy [VERSE] Gm He woke up with a .223 in his dread Gm He gon' reap what he sow, the chop shoot needle and thread (Brrt) Gm You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag Gm I treat his bitch like a tampon and leave her on read (Leave her on read) Gm She was dreamin' 'bout the dick, damn near peed in the bed Gm Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felisha and Craig (Felisha and Craig) Gm Hit his bitch, now I got permanent seats in his head Gm Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread Gm Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (Ayy) Gm Bought my bitch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson Gm Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket Gm All these fuckin' poles like I'm photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy (Nigga, hold up, ayy) Gm Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo Gm But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks, take me a solo Gm Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo Gm He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K Ci & JoJo www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Gm They like, "Why you start rappin'? He done served the whole city" Gm My bitch in school for nursin' and still on the road with me (Let's go) Gm Turn around for fifty pros, 'bout to burn a hole in me (Uh huh) Gm If he short me on that bread, I'm gon' burn a hole in him (Brrt) Gm I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (Let's go) Gm Niggas started, now they finished (Finished) Gm Niggas started, then I finished (Finished) Gm I did it on my own, I ain't borrow niggas' image (Nah) Gm I was on the block mixin' rock like a chemist (Whippin') Gm Got thee fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (Okay) Gm I be passin' out testers every day like it's Christmas Gm Dope talk, give it to my straight, fuck the code talk Gm First off, don't never ask me how much a fuckin' 'bow cost Gm Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like, "I don't know dog" Gm I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog Gm A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga, no fraud Gm And y'all can't get no boy around this bitch 'cause we don't know y'all
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